This Beltane, we brought both the pomp and ceremony of High Witchcraft plus the nitty-gritty, bare feet, howling at the moon, fire dancing and drumming into the night, of old-fashioned, tree-hugging, dirt-worshipping paganism. We rang the bell at the apex of Spring so loudly and proudly that there are Genus Loci all over eastern North Carolina still tingling with twitterpation, and looking for a smoke. Shazam, I tell you. SHAZAM! [Read more…]

It’s getting close to Thargelia, but my celebration doesn’t look much like the ancient festival of the same name. Instead of throwing the ugliest dude in town off a cliff or beating a goat with a stick while chasing it to the city limits as a sacrifice to purify the people, I just clean out my cabinets. [Read more…]